Daisy followed Lord Blackthorne as he led her to the dining room. She was glad he didn't offer his hand because she wanted to remain calm but as they neared the dining hall, he paused and turned to her.
His eyes swept briefly over her body and before she could speculate what he was looking at he spoke, "Daisy, it seems you haven't had a chance to change this morning. Allow me to provide you with a fresh dress before we have breakfast."
"Uh…" she was stunned. She didn't have the luxury of changing dresses every day. It seemed that was what high society did. "It is not necessary, My Lord."
Lord Blackthorne insisted, his voice gentle but firm. "Please, indulge me in this small gesture. I assure you, it is no trouble at all."
Daisy hesitated for a moment, but eventually gave in to his insistence. "Very well, my Lord. Thank you for your kindness."
